Lyric Psychology
Intro:
"I was born, in a dump
My mama died and my father got drunk
They left me, to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a rusty shack
All i owned was hangin on my back
And Lord knows, how I learnt
This place called Tobacco Road
Tobacco Road, you re dirty and you re filthy
Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane
I m gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again"
"My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away"
[M1]
Fuck what you heard, I m from Africa
This ain t no act it s mathematical
Past the black radical
I choose the M1, because it s practical
Nothin was changed, we ain t protected
No names, it s all factual
They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate
Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate
This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree
Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see
[Stic]
It s like watching your own father smoke crack
I have nightmares on shit like that
No way in hell I ll ever get like that
I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years
It s like a tour of duty
My life is booby-trapped, it s hard to see the beauty
When your heart is turning ice cold
Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds
My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin
I listen close to what she sayin
When she speak of Jesus I ignore it
But when it s practical I m all for it
You got to think like a soldier
I m training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters
Discipline keep the mind focused
This whole world is a corn field son
Look out for flying locusts
Chorus (x2)
Don t let em get in your head, they try to probe you
Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you
And through you, control your whole crew
It s psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do?
[M1]
You can t walk the streets with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
And if you know the time, give me a sign
Tell me where we draw the line
I got your back if you got mine
My enemy s enemy is my man
One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand
My comrades stand on lands stolen
Every tooth a golden opportunity
Who holdin my community hostage?
10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some
This is how the plan runs
Thinkin with a fugitive brain
What we do to live is insane
Holdin the weed, healing my membranes
Just like crack, you know it all boils down
to the dollars-and-cents of it
Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms
Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose
When will they learn?
Psychology
[Stic]
We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls
No respect for their laws
I cut your face with a kitchen knife
In gladiator times, man against machinery
The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy
Life is a series of serious choices
Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces
Various courses of life can lead to failure
Too much of anything is a trap
My mind snap
Guerilla warfare for two grand
They say karate means empty hands
So then it s perfect for the poor man...
They say karate means empty hands
So then it s perfect for the poor man
Chorus (x2)
Bridge
[M1]
When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn t grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn t grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
"Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow"
Repeat until fade
"I was born, in a dump
My mama died and my father got drunk
They left me, to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a rusty shack
All i owned was hangin on my back
And Lord knows, how I learnt
This place called Tobacco Road
Tobacco Road, you re dirty and you re filthy
Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane
I m gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again"
"My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away"
[M1]
Fuck what you heard, I m from Africa
This ain t no act it s mathematical
Past the black radical
I choose the M1, because it s practical
Nothin was changed, we ain t protected
No names, it s all factual
They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate
Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate
This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree
Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see
[Stic]
It s like watching your own father smoke crack
I have nightmares on shit like that
No way in hell I ll ever get like that
I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years
It s like a tour of duty
My life is booby-trapped, it s hard to see the beauty
When your heart is turning ice cold
Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds
My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin
I listen close to what she sayin
When she speak of Jesus I ignore it
But when it s practical I m all for it
You got to think like a soldier
I m training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters
Discipline keep the mind focused
This whole world is a corn field son
Look out for flying locusts
Chorus (x2)
Don t let em get in your head, they try to probe you
Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you
And through you, control your whole crew
It s psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do?
[M1]
You can t walk the streets with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
And if you know the time, give me a sign
Tell me where we draw the line
I got your back if you got mine
My enemy s enemy is my man
One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand
My comrades stand on lands stolen
Every tooth a golden opportunity
Who holdin my community hostage?
10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some
This is how the plan runs
Thinkin with a fugitive brain
What we do to live is insane
Holdin the weed, healing my membranes
Just like crack, you know it all boils down
to the dollars-and-cents of it
Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms
Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose
When will they learn?
Psychology
[Stic]
We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls
No respect for their laws
I cut your face with a kitchen knife
In gladiator times, man against machinery
The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy
Life is a series of serious choices
Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces
Various courses of life can lead to failure
Too much of anything is a trap
My mind snap
Guerilla warfare for two grand
They say karate means empty hands
So then it s perfect for the poor man...
They say karate means empty hands
So then it s perfect for the poor man
Chorus (x2)
Bridge
[M1]
When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn t grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn t grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
"Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow"
Repeat until fade
